Page 8 of Hate Like Ours

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“Come on, you’re not a nerd. Besides, it’ll be a nice change of scenery after everything that happened…” she says, trailing off.

I know she was about to say everything that happened between her and Dad. Ugh! Just thinking about my dad causes my eyebrow to pinch together, and a pained look to cross my face and build in my chest once again. My parents used to love each other, or at least I thought they did.

One day, everything was fine and the next, everything was a disaster. They started fighting a lot, and it didn’t stop until my father packed his bags and walked out on us. He just left without so much as a goodbye to me. I haven’t heard from him since.

To say the last few months haven’t been easy would be an understatement, that’s for sure. I guess I can’t blame my mother for wanting a new start. The day my father left us behind was the day I realized that love was fickle and it doesn’t withstand everything—like the shows lead you to believe—no matter how good, pure, and everlasting you thought it was.

I let out a sigh because I know I won’t fight her on this if it’s what she truly wants. She deserves some happiness, and if moving states will bring her that, then who am I to stop her or stand in her way?

Even before they started their constant fighting, things hadn’t been good for her and my dad for a long time. It wasn’t just in the last few months they were having problems.

Some days, I’d lie in my bed and listen to them arguing. I didn’t know what it was about but it always sounded serious. They were hush hush when it came to exactly what they were fighting about and I have a feeling that was for my benefit. I guess I can thank them for that. No kid wants to be around adults who constantly fight and yell at each other.

“Okay, Mom. I’ll do whatever you need me to,” I grumble sulkily. Even though deep down, I really hate this, I need to do it for her. Maybe she needs a change of scenery or something after all the bullshit she’s been through. Who am I to kill her dreams?

“You’re the best, sweetheart! I promise everything will work out. You’re going to love it there!” she squeals before walking over to me and wrapping me up in a hug. She places a kiss on my forehead. I wrap my arms around her and hug her back. I love her hugs. They always make me feel safe and happy.

“So when do we leave?” I ask, knowing we’re committed to this move now.


“What?” I practically yell at her. Geez! Way to spring this up at the very last moment.

“Don’t worry. My boss is paying to have the movers come and pack everything. He’s also providing a place for us to live in the meantime, until we can find a place of our own,” she tells me.

“That’s pretty cool of him,” I murmur. She’s been working for the Riverside real estate company for years and is one of their top real estate agents. I mean New York, where we’re currently living, is basically the prime spot for expensive places. Like the prices for some of the places she’s sold were ridiculous!

The company is a huge multibillion-dollar one so I guess I can see her excitement of transferring. It would mean she’s working her way further up their ladder of success since Riverside is where the headquarters is located.

I almost snort at the absurdity of how crazy her employer is. His last name is Riverside and that’s his company’s name as to be expected, but the man brings filthy fucking rich to a whole new level. He even has a whole freaking town named after him!

That’s like some next level kind of shit and holy hell that’s where we’ll be living soon. I can’t wait to see how life will be there. I’m thinking Mom has the right idea and maybe we do need the change. Here’s to new beginnings then, I guess.

“Yeah. It is very generous of him. I’m just glad for the opportunity,” she says, smiling, but I notice a weird tone in her voice. I wonder what that’s about, but I don’t question her. She probably already has a lot on her mind.

“Well, I guess I’ll go pack a bag and then call Bailee to give her the news,” I declare before escaping to my room.

Once I get to my room, I flop down onto my bed face-first and just lie like that for a few minutes. I’m just hoping this move will be good for us. Eventually, I grab my phone and call my best friend Bailee who answers on the first ring.

“What’s up, hoe?” she chirps as soon as she picks up.

“I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news,” I say into the phone and her cheery voice instantly becomes one of seriousness.

“Why? What happened?”

“I’m moving…”

“Whoa, what? What the hell do you mean moving? Senior year is about to start!” She practically screams my ear off.Yeah, those were my sentiments exactly.

“Don’t you think I know that bitch?” I drawled, rolling my eyes even though she can’t see me.

“Where are you guys moving to and how much longer do I have you for?”

“Riverside, Texas, and we’re leaving tomorrow.”

“What the fuck? And you’re telling me this now? I hate you!” she grumbles over the line.

“I’m sorry. But if it makes you feel better, I just found out myself,” I argued.